Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from South Africa and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing UT to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Zeros,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Enemy,
New York Dolls,
The Selecter,
Albert Ayler,
The Toasters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Animal Collective,
E-Dancer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
K-Klass,
Wasted Youth,
The Residents,
The Red Krayola,
Gregory Isaacs,
Infiniti,
The Slackers,
Max Romeo,
Peter & Gordon,
Barbara Tucker,
Cal Tjader,
The Angels of Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fatback Band,
Stereo Dub,
X-102,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yaz,
The Count Five,
The Smoke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zero Boys,
10cc,
June of 44,
Anthony Braxton,
Ice-T,
Slave,
The Leaves,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Golliwogs,
Warren Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
B.T. Express,
The Motions,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris Corsano,
Pulsallama,
Deepchord,
Livin' Joy,
Ludus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.